I’m fast. Put me on the line, the gun in the air, the white girls next to me, and the Latinas talking right to the moment the powder ignites, and I blow by them. The wind on my skin tears the sweat from my arm hair as my muscles pump. 100 meters in and I’ll have the lead by the length of my outstretched legs. By the end of the race, the Latinas stare open-mouthed, and the white girls will wipe the supposedly waterproof mascara from their cheeks while I break the tape and take my place on the podium.
“Winner of the girls’ 400 meter run: Piper Dupree,” the announcer would say.
“Piper. Piper Dupree,” Mrs. G says snapping her fingers. My eyes snap to her for a moment before wandering to the white board behind her.
“Yeah, here,” I say rolling my eyes. She sees me, gives me the eye. I like Mrs. G, and if I graduate, I’ll miss her. She’s the only one who takes my shit. Continue reading
Hugo Award winners N.K. Jemisin and Ann Leckie are two of the most accomplished authors writing science fiction and fantasy today. At their New York Comic Con panel on the New classics of SciFi and Fantasy, they talked everything from working as writers in the modern world to how diversity is changing across the entirety of media. Here’s what they had to say:
Two outstanding authors discussed their process and craft at New York Comic Con on Thursday. We wanted to share some of their best insights.
Ta-Nehisi Coates is known for his work as a national correspondent for The Atlantic, a memoir, The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood and novel, Between the World and Me. He currently writes Marvel’s Black Panther.
November curled itself around my
Spine like cigarette smoke,
Seeping into me.
December froze in her grey web.
I want to wake from the dark,
Sleep naked in moon-cooled dirt,
Deep in the night where graves
Spread like black pollen.
I am where the wind
Snuffs out candles,
Can touch a curtain like a ghost,
Like a bell.
Like the dead I escort
Sap to want.